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I have so much of you in my heart.

I want you to run into me in a few years at the grocery store or the movie theater and think to yourself, “Wow, how could I have let this one go?”

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

This poem is called how to kill yourself without hurting anyone: don’t.

Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.

I really don’t know what I love you means. I think it means Don’t leave me here alone.

He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

I think there’s a big difference between being a bad person and being bad at being a person.